I waited for him to scream "Get out." I waited for him to throw my clothes onto the lawn. I was ready for it. I wanted it.
Instead, George laughed.
It was a low, dark sound that scraped against my nerves. He stepped closer, kicking the ring off the table. It skittered across the floor, lost in the shadows.
"Divorce?" he repeated, his voice dangerously soft. "You think I would let you go that easily?"
I frowned, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Why not? You just said I’m useless. I can’t give you an heir. I’m damaged goods. Why would you want to keep me?"
"So you can run to him?" George sneered, his face twisting into a mask of ugly jealousy.
I blinked, the room spinning slightly. "Him? Who are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb, Eliza!" he roared, the smell of scotch on his breath making me gag. "Do you think I wouldn't find out? Do you think I’m that stupid?"
"I don't know what—"
"I know you cheated on me!"
The accusation hung in the air like a guillotine blade.
"Cheated?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "I never… I have never looked at another man since the day I met you."
"Liar!"